There isn't much better than a VBAC story like this! LOVE it. But this one has some other wonderful things- crying dad, a spiritual moment, and a loving big brother.

Enjoy!

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Elliotte's {VBAC} Birth Story:

A friend of mine suggested I sit down and start writing my birth story while it's still fresh in my head.

So here goes. Brew some tea and get a snack because I'm giving you the long version!

All
week, I had been going on walks and doing pelvic rocks in the shower
while Conrad took his naps, I'd been resting a lot more and had been
feeling more tired and irritable. I was having braxton hicks
contractions all week but nothing major. I was anticipating going well
past my due date. At this point though, I was 39 weeks. Saturday came
and I was extremely irritable. Everything that Conrad did annoyed me. I
just wanted to be in bed and be alone, so Dustin took Conrad to the park
and the store so I could rest. When they got home, I was still feeling
really tired and fatigued. I called my parents in tears and they came
and took Conrad to their house.

My Dad had made a comment that I was
about to have this baby very soon, and I disagreed. I just wasn't
feeling like myself, I thought. Little did I know, He was so
right. I was an emotional wreck. All I could do was clean and cry, for
no apparent reason at all. I was folding baby clothes and was upset that
the baby's room wasn't put together yet and Dustin sat down on the
floor to talk to me and try to sort out why I was such a wreck. It was
actually really great that we talked because we hadn't realized just how
distant we had both been. We ended up talking, crying and praying for
about 2 hours and it was just what we needed as a couple to get on the
right page before we welcomed our baby into the world. We were lacking
that compassion for one another and that tenderness in our marriage. We
were both stressed, excited, anxious, ready, and hadn't realized that we
had become so distant or hard hearted towards each other.

Dustin suggested that we go on a long drive and listen to music. I
washed my face and put on a comfy dress and he made me some decaf coffee
to sip while we drove. It was already getting late and about time to
pick up Conrad, so we took the scenic route and drove to my parents
house. We listened to an old Radiohead CD in the car. We turned up the
music as loud as it would go and held hands. It was exactly what I
needed. Just the two of us, in the car, listening to music we love and
enjoying the last sweet moments together before we became 4.

We ate my Dad's chicken enchiladas while Conrad played with my grandma
and mom and enjoyed my parents company until about 9. We headed home,
put the little man in bed and went to bed as usual. I was having little
braxton hicks contractions here and there but nothing to get excited
about. I woke up at 11:30 and ran to the bathroom throwing up. The food
didn't make Dustin sick at all, but it seemed to make me sick, which was
weird (now I realize that my body was just getting ready for labor, and
that's why i threw up). I went back to bed and woke up at about 4:30
with stronger contractions that I had to lean over my bed to work
through. I asked Dustin to time them. They were about 6-8 mins apart. I
couldn't go back to sleep. I kept telling myself that this was false
labor and not to get obsessed over the contractions. Surly I wasn't in labor, I was only 39 weeks! I told Dustin that if this was "false labor" this was a cruel joke because it was pretty intense.

By 5:00am, I decided that I wanted to go on a walk and be outside so I
called my mother in law and she came over in her pj's to wait for Conrad
to wake up and then take him to her house for the day. We got into the
car and planned to pick up the video camera at my friend Sofia's house
before our walk. I had two contractions in the car that rocked my world.
I had to turn around in the car and hold onto the head rest, they were
so intense. Sofia gave me the camera, was so excited for me she was
almost in tears, gave me a hug and we headed to the park for a walk.
While we were driving, it started pouring out and the windshield wipers
were so annoying I told Dustin to TURN THEM OFF!!!! as i was going
through another contraction. It really was the most amazing, rainy,
cloudy day. It was perfect out.

I told him to take me to the store instead of a walk. I wanted to buy
yogurt, cookie dough and candles. We ran through the rain and hurried
into Albertson's. The rain made us both super happy and we both felt
like kids. If this was labor, we were excited to be enjoying rain. (We
had specifically prayed for rain when we went into labor) Luckily, we
were the only people in Albertson's because as we walked through the
store, I had two contractions that stopped me dead in my tracks that I
needed to moan through in order to survive. At this point, I'm still wondering if this is false labor.....

When we got back home I wanted to vacuum. I would vacuum the living room
rug and when I felt a contraction coming, I'd drop to my knees and call
Dustin over to rub my lower back. I'd moan through it and breathe deep
and slow until it passed, get back up and continue cleaning something
else. At one point, as I was putting dishes away, I dropped to the
ground on all fours with my head against the stove as he rubbed my back.
During a contraction in the living room, I remember Dustin saying, "I
know this is hard honey, but really try to praise God for each
contraction knowing that it is bring our baby closer to being here with
us. You're doing great!"

Something suddenly bubbled up inside of me and I
had the urge to worship God, so I began praying and praising Him. As I
prayed and cried, I could hear Dustin whimpering and crying behind me as
he rubbed my back. I had never felt such a strong desire to praise god
in my life. It was such an incredibly overwhelming feeling of gratitude
and love. I couldn't come up with enough words to describe how
incredible my god was. In my mind, Dustin wasn't even in the room, it
was just me and Jesus. That moment was one of the sweetest times of my
birth.

Dustin realizes that this might be the "real" thing so he called the
birth tub company to come set up our tub. He also called our midwifes
assistant, Marcie to get her opinion on whether we were in real labor or
not. She heard me moaning through a contraction in the back ground and
said she was on her way. She arrived shortly after and it was a relief
to see her. I wasn't able any longer to move or get up after a
contraction. Now they were starting to get more intense. The three of us
ended up in my bathroom in the dark, laboring over the birthing ball
for the next few hours in silence. It felt best to be on all fours.
Marcie would massage my shoulder blades to remind me to relax as Dustin
rubbed peppermint lotion on my feet, back and calfs during each rush.
Marcie kept reminding me to breathe slow and deep, to moan deep and not
raise my voice. All of my contractions were in my back.

I stayed on my hands and knees laboring for a few hours. I remember thinking to myself, "This is exactly
why woman get epidurals. This shit is no joke!" (I probably said, "Oh
shit!" a good twenty times during labor. Everything said or done in
labor is forgiven, my midwife reminded me.) Laboring was the hardest
thing I had ever done in my life. I had to remind myself of the woman
who birthed naturally, my girlfriends who helped me along on this
journey. I told myself, "Janelle did it, Morgan did it, Mae did it,
Laura did it.... YOU CAN DO IT TOO. You WILL do it!" Being in
labor and in that pain is very isolating because no one in the room
feels what you're feeling. But remembering the ladies who had done it
too really helped me persevere through it.

Time passed and I wasn't aware of anything but trying to get through
each rush. I needed silence and darkness. Dustin got up and called
Carrington to come over. He also called Bobbie to come take a few
pictures. When Carrington arrived, she anointed my head with oil and
prayed over me for a long while. She held my hand and kept telling me I
was doing a beautiful job. I remember tears falling on my birthing ball
as I breathed through rushes and she prayed and stroked my hair. I was
still on all fours in our bedroom with the curtains closed. The room was
quiet and peaceful.

Shortly after Carrington arrived, Dotty arrived.
(One of my favorite memories of Dotty at my birth was when the midwife
told me to make my lips loose like a horse when I moaned and Dotty kept
making jokes about how excited Conrad would be if I gave birth to a
little mini horse.... I laughed so hard I about cried. We kept saying I
was giving birth to a baby centaur....) It felt good to have a big belly
laugh between contractions. Her job was mostly just being there to pray
and encourage me. She was a great part of my birth team.

The
tub was almost ready and I was excited to get into it. I needed some
relief. As soon as I stepped into the tub and sat down into the warm
water, I began to cry because it felt so amazing and instantly took the
pain away.

I
labored in the tub moaning through contractions for about an hour with
Carrington at my side feeding me spoonfuls of honey, giving me sips of
cold water every few minutes and wiping my neck and forehead with ice
cold rags that she kept dipping into an ice bucket that was on the floor
in front of me. I asked Dustin to get into the tub with me at this
point. I told Carrington that this was the hardest thing I've ever done
and she said, "Well honey, that's why it's called labor. But this pain
is beautiful Chelsea. God created our bodies to endure this labor for a
reason. You're going to look back at this and realize all of the little
things he was busy teaching you through your birth.... I promise, you
will be addicted to this pain when it's all over." She kept whispering
over and over affirmations about who god is and who I am and how capable
I am. She'd say, "After this is all over, there will be nothing you
can't accomplish." And, "This is going to change you in ways you never
imagined it could." She was my birth guardian. I couldn't have done it
without her. While in the tub, because my mouth was so sugary from the
apple juice and honey, I requested to brush my teeth which made me feel
so much better. I think I was in transition for about 3 hours or so.

During
my next contraction, I felt my stomach flex and it caught me by
surprise. I looked at Marcie and said, "I just pushed! What the hell? Am
I supposed to be pushing right now? Is this normal?" (Marcie never once
gave me a vaginal exam. She said that she didn't think it would help me
to know how far I was dilated. What if I had done all of this work, and
was in labor for hours but only dilated to a 4?) When she arrived
though, she said that by the way I was acting, she thought I was
probably about at a 6 or further. She just kept telling me to listen to
my body, keep going and not worry about dialation. Every time she
checked the baby's heart beat, it was loud and fast, so I wasn't worried
at all. There wasn't a single time during my labor where I doubted
myself or said I wanted to go to the hospital. I never said, "I can't do
this!" I never thought about uterine rupture. I never had an ounce of
fear. The only thing I could do was get through the next rush and was
thankful for the breaks in between them when I could rest. I just had to
focus on making it through the contractions. I had prepared myself for a
very long labor and a very painful labor.

April, my midwife, arrived and knelt down beside me. Dustin said that as
she entered the room, she had this attitude of confidence about her
that all of us just fed off of. She wasn't panicked or alarmed, she just
assessed where I was at in labor and encouraged me. She held my hand
and told me I was doing amazing. She kept saying how strong I was.

My contractions were extremely close together and without anyone telling
me to "push" my body just started pushing and I had to push along with
it. I was squatting on the side of the tub holding onto the edge and I'd
bite a towel, grab onto Carrington's shoulders and bury my head into
her neck, hold her hand and just bare down as much as I could. Each time
I had a contraction, I could feel my body pushing and urging me to push
with it to get the baby out. I didn't expect to yell as loud as I did. I
felt like Tyler from Vampire Diaries when he's going through his
transformation.... My throat was on fire from yelling. Thank god for the
honey and sips of cold water between pushing! (I pushed for an hour and
twenty six minutes total which was fine because the baby was slowly
making it's way out and stretching the tissue.) I can't imagine yelling
like I yelled had I been in a hospital. I'm sure my neighbors would have
called the cops thinking surely I was being murdered had I not told
them ahead of time!

The backs of my legs were cramping up so badly that the midwife asked me
to turn onto my back and try pushing that way to give my legs a rest.
As I turned over, I saw my water bag in between my legs. It finally had
broken toward the end of the pushing stage. April had a handful of olive
oil that she used to lubricate my perineum. She gently put a little on
me and It felt nice. Dotty grabbed one leg and squeezed it and Dustin
grabbed the other to help get the cramps out. During the next
contraction, I remember feeling the "ring of fire" and shouting, "OH
SHIT! OH SHIT! It hurts! It burns! Make it stop!!!!!!! Oh Jesus! Get
this baby out of me now!" Then I hear gasping and tears. I look over at
Dustin and his lip is quivering. April had a flash light shinning so she
could see what the baby was doing. I looked down and saw little blond
hair floating under the water between my legs. I reached down and
touched her head and then before I knew it another contraction came and I
had to grab back onto Dotty and Dustin's shoulders for support. The top
of the head was coming out. Everyone was quiet but I could hear people
starting to cry. I was instructed to wait for the next rush before I
pushed the baby out so that I wouldn't tear.

I felt the next rush coming and bared down. The head came out all the
way and I started to panic. I was breathing really fast and April said I
needed to relax, she showed me how to breathe, I mimicked her
breathing, she said I needed to wait for the next contraction and then
push the rest of our baby out. There was no cord wrapped around her
neck, she looked great, I just needed to push her slowly so I didn't
tear. The next rush came and I pushed her all the way out, I put my
hands between her arm pits and grabbed onto her bringing her up from
under the water. The midwife knew how important it was for Dustin and I
to catch our baby and she respected our wishes (she actually encourages
parents to catch the baby if they wish to.)

I instantly began crying,
Dustin was crying, everyone was crying. I kept telling our baby how much
I loved her, I thanked her for coming so quickly and I couldn't stop
crying. She just blinked and stared into my eyes. She didn't cry, she
was just the most peaceful little baby in the whole world. She was
perfectly pink. No one needed to resuscitate her, or give her oxygen or
stick anything down her throat to suck stuff out. She was just so alert
and sweet. (She was born at 1:04 in the afternoon which put me in labor
for about 8 hours from start to finish.) We talked to her for a good two
minutes until someone shouted, "What is it?" and I remember saying,
"Should we look?" I think I was nervous to check. Then I lifted her out
of the water and saw her little lady parts! Our baby was a girl! I was
so shocked and surprised that she was a girl because I just knew she
would be a boy.

We sat in the tub for about 15 minutes with our baby. Everyone in the
room sort of gave us privacy and walked into the kitchen, which was
nice. The midwife came back over and fed me a cup of yogurt and gave me
some ibuprofen. She then made sure the baby's chord had stopped pulsing
completely and handed Dustin the scissors to cut it. He cut the chord
and went to take a shower while Elliotte (who still hadn't been named)
and I got out of the tub and went to take an herbal bath together. She
still hadn't cried. She was just so happy and content. It was nice to
have her first bath together.

After about a half hour or so we got out we joined Dustin in bed to
relax and Elliotte latched to nurse for the first time. April brought me
toast and coconut water to drink. Marcie put in a load of towels. The
birth tub company had been called to come clean everything up. Everyone
was busy helping us get settled with our new baby. April showed Dustin
how to weigh the baby and it took about 35 minutes for Marcie and April
to complete Elliotte's new born exam. We spent a while in bed talking
and deciding on her name as she was being measured and looked over.

Dotty had picked up a birthday cake for Elliotte with a number "0"
candle. We all sang her happy birthday to the birthday girl. Everyone
except for the midwives had left shortly after that then they gave me my
exam to see how my lady parts tolerated Elliotte's delivery. I had a
teeny tiny tear that didn't require stitches. Everything went so
smoothly and beautifully.

What I loved about laboring at home was that I was surrounded by woman
who love me and who were there to encourage me, pray for me, hold my
hand, massage my back, dry my tears, give me sips of water, wipe my
head, stroke my hair and no one ever had a worried look on their face.
They just knew I could do it. No one doubted me. I didn't doubt me. I
was prepared for the "pain." I wasn't hooked up to any machines or IV's.
There was not a single intervention done. I was told to listen to my
body and go with my instincts. I felt more powerful during labor than
I've ever felt in my entire life. When I reached down into the water to
grab my baby, all of the pain instantly left my memory and she was all
that mattered. I loved the whole process of preparing for her birth. My
visits with the April, my midwife were so healing and empowering. I
loved that she cared about educating me and preparing my heart, body,
mind and soul for birthing my baby.

We
are so in love with our baby girl. She is doing so well. I am SO
thankful that the Lord gave me back what was stolen from me when I
birthed my first baby. He redeemed my birth experience back to me and I
can't take credit for being "strong." He was totally my strength. He
kept my mind focused and not wondering off thinking about the "what
if's." He sustained me through each hour and allowed me to birth her
just as he promised He would.

Every
single thing I prayed for during my pregnancy was given to me. I prayed
that she would turn and not be breech and she turned. I prayed that I
wouldn't be "border line" diabetic with this pregnancy and I was totally
healthy (I credit the Bradley diet). I never got pre-eclampsia when
VBAC mom's have a 45% higher chance of getting it, and if you get it,
you have no choice but to have a repeat cesarean. I tested negative for
step B when last time I had it. She didn't get stuck coming out, she
wasn't in danger, she was perfectly safe and I got to birth her at home
without FEAR. Her birth was by far the best experience I've ever had.
The best day of my life, as cheesy as that sounds.

When
everyone left, I told Dustin that I felt like God was shaking his head
at me, smiling, saying, "You silly little girl, Chelsea. You thought I
wouldn't give you the desires of your heart....I gave you MORE than you
ever imagined I would. How dare you doubt me, or doubt my love for you!"
That was a humbling moment for me.

She is sleeping well and nursing like a champ. We couldn't be happier.

Wow, That was such an amazing birth story. I am 32 weeks pregnant and planning a HBAC right now as well. I just sent it to my hubby and told him to read it cuz that's how I want my HBAC to go! I love your faith in God and how He brought you through it all! Congrats on your BEAUTIFUL baby girl, seriously adorable!!

Your story amazed me!! I loved every second of reading it and hoped for it to be even longer. I'm soooo happy for you and your family and I thank the Father for being with you and showing you all the things that you knew in your heart he would provide! He is amazing and it's awesome to hear a woman's birth story with all that you went through on this spiritual journey! I cried! Still am! Lol thank you soooooooo very much for your story. Congrats to your husband also. Yes his cry face IS awesome!

What a great story. I am expecting our second and going for a vbac. It won't be a homebirth but I am determined to do it my way. My doctor is very supportive and I am very thankful for that. Your story had me in tears but has been so encouraging to me. Thank you for taking the time to put it all down. Thank you also for being so open about your faith. Your spiritual experience is beautiful and uplifting.